Let's see....One minute I was in a cage in this scary place called a shelter, the next minute some smiling people were coo'ing to me and telling me I was going to someplace called Oak-land. Is that good? They were smiling, so it must be good.
I spent my first night in something called a dog crate in this place called Oak-land. I listened very carefully to try to figure out where I was. I heard other dogs walking around, and the nice people talking and every now and then, they would peek in and smile at me and tell me that I was "very cute." Hmm. I slept SO good my first night, but when I woke up, I had to poo on my new blanket because I didn't know what else to do! I barked to get OUT because it smelled really bad and I didn't want to be near it. YUK!
The Nice Lady showed up and laughed and told me not to worry about it. She said I'd learn something called a "schedule" and somehow this would help me know when to poop and where I could go besides my new blanket. I hope so.
She took me outside to show me what Oak-land looked like, then gave me food. I wasn't very hungry - my stomach felt funny from all the changes. Nice Lady brought out a small box and pointed it at me and told me she needed to show everyone what I looked like so they could find me a name.
I'm not too crazy about that small box. It hurts my eyes when it flashes a bright light at me so I tried to close them every time she pointed at me. Ugh. Please stop.Nice Mister was so happy to see me when he woke up that he waved his hands at me and moved so fast. It scared me, so I tried to run away back to my dog crate. SCARY!
This made Mister pretty sad. I heard him say that I was something called "hand shy" and he got down on the ground and called me over and said 'Sorry' and told me he would try not to scare me again. I felt bad for running away from him, so gave him some kisses to make him feel better. I think we'll be good friends.